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THE SECOND ACT
_Shortly after mid-day, while the sun beats strongly upon the terrace_, ABUD _is working dexterously at the rose trees_. DR. REMNANT _comes down the steps, hatted, and carrying a stick and a book. He is an elderly man with a kind manner; type of the eighteenth century casuistical parson.
On his way he stops to say a word to the gardener._
DR. REMNANT. Will it rain before nightfall?
ABUD. About then, sir, I should say.
_Down the other steps comes_ MRS. OPIE, _a prim, decorous, but well bred and un.o.bjectionable woman. She is followed by_ ANN.
MRS. OPIE. A good morning to you, Parson.
DR. REMNANT. And to you, Mrs. Opie, and to Miss Ann.
ANN. Good morning, Dr. Remnant. [_To_ ABUD.] Have you been here ever since . . . ?
ABUD. I've had dinner, Miss.
ABUD'S _work takes him gradually out of sight_.
MRS. OPIE. We are but just breakfasted.
DR. REMNANT. I surmise dissipation.
ANN. [_To_ MRS. OPIE.] Thank you for waiting five hours.
MRS. OPIE. It is my rule to breakfast with you.
DR. REMNANT. [_Exhibiting the book._] I am come to return, and to borrow.
ANN. Show me.
DR. REMNANT. Ballads by Robert Burns.
ANN. [_Taking it._] I'll put it back.
MRS. OPIE. [_Taking it from her._] I've never heard of him.
DR. REMNANT. Oh, ma'am, a very vulgar poet!
GEORGE LEETE _comes quickly down the steps_.
GEORGE. [_To_ REMNANT.] How are you?
DR. REMNANT. Yours, sir.
GEORGE. Ann.
ANN. Good morning, George.
GEORGE. Did you sleep well?
ANN. I always do . . . but I dreamt.
GEORGE. I must sit down for a minute. [_Nodding._] Mrs. Opie.
MRS. OPIE. I wish you a good morning, sir.
GEORGE. [_To_ ANN.] Don't look so solemn.
LADY COTTESHAM _comes quickly to the top of the steps_.
SARAH. Is Papa badly hurt?
ANN. [_Jumping up._] Oh, what has happened?
GEORGE. Not badly.
SARAH. He won't see me.
_His three children look at each other._
DR. REMNANT. [_Tactfully._] May I go my ways to the library?
SARAH. Please do, Doctor Remnant.
DR. REMNANT. I flatly contradicted all that was being said in the village.
SARAH. Thoughtful of you.
DR. REMNANT. But tell me nothing.
DR. REMNANT _bows formally and goes_. GEORGE _is about to speak when_ SARAH _with a look at_ MRS. OPIE _says_. . .
SARAH. George, hold your tongue.
MRS. OPIE. [_With much hauteur._] I am in the way.
_At this moment_ DIMMUCK, _an old but unbenevolent-looking butler, comes to the top of the steps_.
DIMMUCK. The master wants Mrs. Opie.
MRS. OPIE. Thank you.
GEORGE. Your triumph!
